Automatic Forest – for Allen Ginsberg

You made it through the automatic forest
You carried it through the skyscraper canyons
And floating incandescent in a motor home
Out on the freeway, you took the highway

Tripping through an ocean of symbols
You flaked and peeled like the rocks of eternity
No Jupiter juice, no brown rice cocktail can take the edge off now

So go in peace now brother, go to where the rivers lead you
And go where angels bathe you, go wherever freaks will need you, hey hey
Close your eyes, hey, hey, close your eyes

You rode the motor elevator mood swings
Rockin’ around the melancholy merry-go-round and round
You knew the ultimate pain
The ultimate high, the ultimate groundswell

You wrote about the ghetto kids burnin’ the indigo brothers
Back in the hope fields
You dreamed about the Matterhorn boys
And the great wide open, the great Grand Canyon

So go in peace now brother, go with all your flower power
You sowed your seeds now brother, leave the world your final hour, hey, hey
Close your eyes, hey, hey, close your eyes

You made it through the automatic forest
You filtered it through your crazy cool lenses
And floating in a vision you take ‘em all in
Lay ‘em out, line ‘em up for the slaughter
You predicted your own demise
With your pixie twinkle
Your guru fire and trust
And you didn’t succumb to the off-white
Off-key clause of Middle America

So go in peace now brother, go to where the rivers lead you
Go where angels bathe you, go wherever freaks will need you, hey, hey
Close your eyes, hey, hey, close your eyes